Here I lie in my hospital bed…rattly voice and a little hazy. It’s morning and painful to move..
Yesterday morning, after the check in process, my nurse, Daniel measured me up for some latex stockings. These are to stop me getting embolisms while I lie around. He attached wrist and ankle bracelets and got me to change into the backless hospital gown.
I was then wheeled off to the lower ground floor where I was given a red hat. After a bit of a wait where people were wheeled in and out the anaesthetist made and entry followed by Jeremy (urologist) who introduced me to his assistant. I was the first up in the afternoon surgery. I reminded Jeremy about taking photos. He had left his camera behind but was confident he could borrow one.
Wheeled in to the operating theatre. From then on I can’t remember much.
Susan and Bonnie appeared and someone rang me…I had a wave of nausea as Jeremy arrived on his way out…just a blurr. Jane, the night nurse, woke me on the hour to check blood pressure, drips and the various tubes that drain me and feed me saline, panadol and morphine…
There is a bag on one side of the bed below me that receives blood red urine.
and another bag on the right that receives blood red liquid draining from the wound.
These bags are regularly emptied by the nurses. On my left leg is the tube to the catheter just above the latex stocking.
On my right side is the tube draining the site of the operation. My bladder seems bloated but they assure me I’m draining. It’s a curious (unpleasant) feeling wanting to pee but not being able to.
Not a pretty sight at all. Have to stop now….